Every year on this day, I’m reminded of the fragility of life. When I was a sophomore in college, I painted this scene as a sobering memory of the place where I crashed my car 9 years ago on March 4, 2014—my senior year of high school…

CHOPPED! 💇🏼‍♀️ After almost 7 years of only trimming my hair 2x a year and letting it grow really long, it was time to try something new. But besides it being the middle of winter and wanting to do something spontaneous, there’s been…

Life—it can be so beautiful. Beautiful and changing and full and exciting. But it can also be filled with the unexpected, the loss of expectations, crippling grief, disappointment—we know these feelings well, I’m sure. Some hit closer to home than others…

To be honest, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. To be able to make sense of the world around me in words strung together on a page—in neat, organized rows of black and white…

It’s truly a daily pursuit of learning what it looks like to know the sweetness of trusting in Jesus—wholehearted surrender and trust in Him. Some days though, it honestly doesn’t feel so sweet…

I don’t have a lot of words to say these days. Sometimes, I’m overflowing with thoughts and I can’t stop writing. Other times, there’s just not much to say. To be honest, I’ve been doing a loooot of internal processing, of many things…

i don’t want to forget these days—the in-between, the not-yet, the still-figuring-out-everything moments of life. i want to savor it all up for a rainy day, years from now, and remember the story that was—that is—being written…

and somedays, it's hard to hear anything other than ringing thoughts of doubt, of (maybe?) failure, of knowing there are millions of other humans on this planet, many of them who have already done all the things i love, that i want to do, want to try.

the leaves have slowly started to change from lush greens to golden yellows & rusty reds, creating firey patterns alongside the highways and lonesome country roads. the air, nostalgic of rainy afternoons and musty leather, has just a hint of chill.

simmering for days—weeks, probably. it finally bubbled to the surface, enough that i felt a pretty sharp shift inside which caused me to pause. and think. and evaluate where the heck this is coming from, what i'm actually feeling, and why…